Sunday, May 11, 2008

Longing & A Proposal

(I have written this poem as a sequel to "Why?")

The sky is gray-somber. It rained yesterday.Small droplets, still clingingto the green edges of pine, fall.Seeking salvation on her skin,they touch her like a ghost.She shivers, every time she isproposed to like this.She is proposed to again, and again,and again...cruel drops.

Her white warm sigh,is devoured by the cold mist.She gently turns herhead to the side.Only to find the shoulderof an oak benchholding on to her memory…

She sways her handgently over “June you are my soul.”He carved it for her there.She engraved it on her heart.Why? She asks and waitshoping to get an answerfrom somewhere...anywhere.The evening grows colder.She closes her eyes, breathes deep.She gets up to leaveAnd finds herself lost.She shivers.She is proposed to again...insane drops.